Gott und die welt (All the world and his brother) by Inya elen
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz!!!! Though I wish I did ^-^ SHULDIG IS SO BISHIE!!!!!...Gomen -_-
I ran. I ran for my life and for my sister's life. I ran until my breath drew ragged and I stumbled, knees and hands implanting into the soft snow. It was chilly, I realized, when my skin tingled from the strong wind. Spitting out mouthfuls of blood I clutched my chest and attempted to rise, my stomach burning. ~I'm coming~ His head lurched around upon hearing the emotionless echo in his mind. ~Your next, Ran-kun~ The voice sneered and laughed, like it expected the boy to snap like a twig and run to his home. His family. The boy's grip tightened around the sheath of his father's Katana, enough as to draw blood from his palm. Didn't he know? The boy's voice was slow and mechanical, like he had no soul left. Rising, he fought the bile as it crept up his throat and the sensation threatening to overwhelm his lungs. The maroon red hair hung to cover his eyes creating a dark shadow, one that was hiding the growing grin on Ran's face. Laughter flooded out as the sickening feeling was filled with something else. Hate and death. Something never before experience by a child so young, a child so innocent and untainted. His head still hung like a dolls when the silence of the dark night was shattered. The sound of red droplets splattering against the blanket of white woke him out of his stupor. A shaking left hand reached up to his cheek and felt the tears of blood running down his cheeks. His once blue eyes burned as he closed them and would forever become a deep crimson. He purred slowly.' I am coming dear brother, coming to avenge our family's death'
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Aya Fujimiya's lids opened to an overly bright computer screen. He paused a moment to exhale and upon inhaling smelled it, the blood and rotting or corpses. Keeping a straight face he built a solid wall around those memories, a past almost entirely forgotten. Still, he didn't have to remind himself to get revenge against his brother. In his mind he grunted at the thought of his parents, his sister, and the plane that tore through their living room that night. He was too young and naive at the time to realize that the disgusting monster behind it all--was his brother. Now, at the age of 21, after all the horror he went through as Weiß, he could understand how his brother became the Guilty. Hell, he might even have forgiven him if he wasn't already dead. Not that he was saying he wasn't guilty, but he fought for the good. He wasn't a killer right? A small angel-form of himself *poofed* onto his right shoulder and a devil- form appeared on the left. In his mind they started dukeing it out and halos and spears started flying everywhere. Ayas eyes now widened when he realized what was going on and he waved away the two spirits. Getting back to reality he focused upon a big head of honey blond hair standing one inch away from his face.
Youji...he grumbled under his breath.
Hearing his voice Youji spun around coming half an inch from Ayas mouth. Youji screamed and flailed his arms attempting to regain his composure but slid backwards straight into Omi, who was hacking away at the computer. Banging his forehead against the keyboard, Omi cursed up a storm (something the shy-boy would never do) and shoved Youji towards the nearest chair, next to ken. It seemed this case was even affecting poor Omi, adding the fact he didn't get any sleep the past three days. Still cursing, Omi heaved a sigh and leaned back into the small desk chair. The sound of knuckles cracking and mild stretching was heard as he spoke.
'Well guys, it's the end of the road. None of our leads went through and Kritiker won't provide any more information. I think we just might have to sit this one out.'
Predictably ken and Youji stood up from their chairs and began arguing with the fifteen yr old, trying to push him to look harder. Maybe three days wasn't enough? But they all knew that Omi was the best and if he couldn't find it, no one would. Fighting them off with his crossbow Omi waved his goodbye and went upstairs for some must needed rest. He had left them the disk with the information hoping one of the other Weiß members could crack it. Fat chance of that, Aya grinned at the devil on his shoulder. The spirit *poofed* away again as he walked over to the computer and sat down to stare at the screen. 'Are you going to crack it Aya-kunnn?' He turned to death-glare at Youji who had on his trademark smile, which suddenly dropped at the sight of Aya. Grunting and popping another smoke between his lips the brown haired bishounen slinked away with his tail in between his legs, hoping to get a call from one of his 'girls'. Now there's only ken left, Aya thought. Of course ken wasn't much trouble as he got up and left on his own, mumbling something about coffee run and cigs.
Aya always wanted to be a detective, even as a young child him and his brother would play 'detective'. They would read all the Sherlock Holmes books and make up their own mysteries, so maybe this time his skills could come to use. Of course ken and the others would never guess that, he always put on a cold demeanour and he knew it. If you don't reveal your past then there's no way for it to come back and haunt you. Pressing his slender fingers against the keys and popping the floppy into the disk slot he swallowed the lump in his throat. Get it together Ran, he hissed at himself. You just told yourself that he's dead; you saw his tombstone; so let's find the real killer. Squeezing his eyes into slits and ruffling his hair with his right hand Aya searched for the truth. Going into the provided newspaper clippings about the mass killing and reading interviews from witnesses provided shit. No wonder Omi was so pissed, this info was fucken bogus. Shifting his foot around he saw another heading, '250 killed in plane crash' then when he looked at the smaller heading he saw it. 'One witness saw description of murderer, but will not answer to reporters or police.' Bingo. Looking up the name online he found the home address. Grabbing his black leather coat he raced out the door leaving his Katana on the table, shimmering in the morning sunlight.
Hearing a knock on the door, a young man in about his late twenties with jet-black hair and glasses rose from his chair. Damn reporters, the man frowned. Nagi should have gotten the hell out of there in time and now Schwartz suffers because of this. Opening the white door it revealed an emotionless Aya holding up his fake detective badge to the man.
'Hello sir, I'm Aya Fujimiya; I own a detective agency in town. You must be Nagi?'
The man cleared his throat and held out his hand. 'No I am sorry my name is Brad Crawford, I'm Nagi's father. He's at school right now, so if there's anything I can help you with then please, come in.' Aya looked down at Brad's hand and shook it vigorously. 'We'll great to meet you Crawford-Sama' and pulled on one of his fake, yet cheesy grins. Looking behind him Crawford nodded, cleared his throat again and motioned for him to enter. They both sat in opposite chairs and Aya noticed the man motion to an unknown figure to grab some tea.
-Brad-
I may not be a total empathic, but I can still prod his mind. I know he's lying about being a detective, hah, doesn't show on his face but his mind. His brother...he thinks about playing with his brother at a young age. Then it turns to hate and violence, a growing rage inside him. Oh my.... It seems we have a problem with this one and not only the fact that he is a member of Weiß. We'll give him a nice goodbye before he leaves....
-Back to brad and Aya-
During the whole conversation Brad's mind poked at every crevice of the young man's mind. Digging up that past long forgotten, the one that will now come back to haunt him. Aya was ready to leave. He knew most of the things the man said weren't true and wished he had his Katana to get it out of him. Knowing he could just find this Nagi and get the information out of him instead, he decided to leave.
'Well I must be going, I have more places to investigate' and Aya re-shook his hand.
Suddenly Crawford's grip hardened enough that Aya tried struggling away from the icy fingers.
*But you can't leave yet...Ran. * A voice from the shadows? Yes, and a voice in my mind. It sounds like...
*Your next, Ran-Kun*
He turned his head just in time to see a figure emerge. He had fiery red hair with a bandana around his head and a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. Wearing a white suite and black shoes, the man only looked about a few years more then Aya and had that same cold shell. Aya stopped dead in his tracks, no longer struggling he couldn't get the words out. He felt the bile rise in his throat and the bloody tears.
Oniichan...he whispered.
'I am no longer the brother you knew Ran. Crawford here trained me to be less sloppy with my kills. Mass killings are quite fun, don't you agree?' The madman had a mischievous smile when he saw the shadow looming once again over the face of his brother.
'I am called Shuldig now, a new name and a new life. You've probly already guessed now that yours is going to end. I cant have you meddling in my life again dear Ran-kun. Your punishment will be a little harsher then moms and dads though. ZOOOooom CRASH!!' With that Shuldig doubled over laughing and was rolling around.
*Sweatdrops*
Shuldig got back up and straightened out his suit. 'Yes, ahem, so back to killing you and such. Do you have any last words?
Ayas eyes then flashed from crimson to blue and back as he gripped the dagger he hid in his belt.
'Yes dear brother.... The Guilty must pay'
Author's note: Yeah sorry if it's a little short. Please go easy on my grammar!!! I need ideas galore guys, pweaseeee. I get bad writer's block sometimes, hehe. Also please review review!!!! If anyone would also like to co-write this with me let me know! -Inya elen
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz!!!! Though I wish I did ^-^ SHULDIG IS SO BISHIE!!!!!...Gomen -_-
I ran. I ran for my life and for my sister's life. I ran until my breath drew ragged and I stumbled, knees and hands implanting into the soft snow. It was chilly, I realized, when my skin tingled from the strong wind. Spitting out mouthfuls of blood I clutched my chest and attempted to rise, my stomach burning. ~I'm coming~ His head lurched around upon hearing the emotionless echo in his mind. ~Your next, Ran-kun~ The voice sneered and laughed, like it expected the boy to snap like a twig and run to his home. His family. The boy's grip tightened around the sheath of his father's Katana, enough as to draw blood from his palm. Didn't he know? The boy's voice was slow and mechanical, like he had no soul left. Rising, he fought the bile as it crept up his throat and the sensation threatening to overwhelm his lungs. The maroon red hair hung to cover his eyes creating a dark shadow, one that was hiding the growing grin on Ran's face. Laughter flooded out as the sickening feeling was filled with something else. Hate and death. Something never before experience by a child so young, a child so innocent and untainted. His head still hung like a dolls when the silence of the dark night was shattered. The sound of red droplets splattering against the blanket of white woke him out of his stupor. A shaking left hand reached up to his cheek and felt the tears of blood running down his cheeks. His once blue eyes burned as he closed them and would forever become a deep crimson. He purred slowly.' I am coming dear brother, coming to avenge our family's death'
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Aya Fujimiya's lids opened to an overly bright computer screen. He paused a moment to exhale and upon inhaling smelled it, the blood and rotting or corpses. Keeping a straight face he built a solid wall around those memories, a past almost entirely forgotten. Still, he didn't have to remind himself to get revenge against his brother. In his mind he grunted at the thought of his parents, his sister, and the plane that tore through their living room that night. He was too young and naive at the time to realize that the disgusting monster behind it all--was his brother. Now, at the age of 21, after all the horror he went through as Weiß, he could understand how his brother became the Guilty. Hell, he might even have forgiven him if he wasn't already dead. Not that he was saying he wasn't guilty, but he fought for the good. He wasn't a killer right? A small angel-form of himself *poofed* onto his right shoulder and a devil- form appeared on the left. In his mind they started dukeing it out and halos and spears started flying everywhere. Ayas eyes now widened when he realized what was going on and he waved away the two spirits. Getting back to reality he focused upon a big head of honey blond hair standing one inch away from his face.
Youji...he grumbled under his breath.
Hearing his voice Youji spun around coming half an inch from Ayas mouth. Youji screamed and flailed his arms attempting to regain his composure but slid backwards straight into Omi, who was hacking away at the computer. Banging his forehead against the keyboard, Omi cursed up a storm (something the shy-boy would never do) and shoved Youji towards the nearest chair, next to ken. It seemed this case was even affecting poor Omi, adding the fact he didn't get any sleep the past three days. Still cursing, Omi heaved a sigh and leaned back into the small desk chair. The sound of knuckles cracking and mild stretching was heard as he spoke.
'Well guys, it's the end of the road. None of our leads went through and Kritiker won't provide any more information. I think we just might have to sit this one out.'
Predictably ken and Youji stood up from their chairs and began arguing with the fifteen yr old, trying to push him to look harder. Maybe three days wasn't enough? But they all knew that Omi was the best and if he couldn't find it, no one would. Fighting them off with his crossbow Omi waved his goodbye and went upstairs for some must needed rest. He had left them the disk with the information hoping one of the other Weiß members could crack it. Fat chance of that, Aya grinned at the devil on his shoulder. The spirit *poofed* away again as he walked over to the computer and sat down to stare at the screen. 'Are you going to crack it Aya-kunnn?' He turned to death-glare at Youji who had on his trademark smile, which suddenly dropped at the sight of Aya. Grunting and popping another smoke between his lips the brown haired bishounen slinked away with his tail in between his legs, hoping to get a call from one of his 'girls'. Now there's only ken left, Aya thought. Of course ken wasn't much trouble as he got up and left on his own, mumbling something about coffee run and cigs.
Aya always wanted to be a detective, even as a young child him and his brother would play 'detective'. They would read all the Sherlock Holmes books and make up their own mysteries, so maybe this time his skills could come to use. Of course ken and the others would never guess that, he always put on a cold demeanour and he knew it. If you don't reveal your past then there's no way for it to come back and haunt you. Pressing his slender fingers against the keys and popping the floppy into the disk slot he swallowed the lump in his throat. Get it together Ran, he hissed at himself. You just told yourself that he's dead; you saw his tombstone; so let's find the real killer. Squeezing his eyes into slits and ruffling his hair with his right hand Aya searched for the truth. Going into the provided newspaper clippings about the mass killing and reading interviews from witnesses provided shit. No wonder Omi was so pissed, this info was fucken bogus. Shifting his foot around he saw another heading, '250 killed in plane crash' then when he looked at the smaller heading he saw it. 'One witness saw description of murderer, but will not answer to reporters or police.' Bingo. Looking up the name online he found the home address. Grabbing his black leather coat he raced out the door leaving his Katana on the table, shimmering in the morning sunlight.
Hearing a knock on the door, a young man in about his late twenties with jet-black hair and glasses rose from his chair. Damn reporters, the man frowned. Nagi should have gotten the hell out of there in time and now Schwartz suffers because of this. Opening the white door it revealed an emotionless Aya holding up his fake detective badge to the man.
'Hello sir, I'm Aya Fujimiya; I own a detective agency in town. You must be Nagi?'
The man cleared his throat and held out his hand. 'No I am sorry my name is Brad Crawford, I'm Nagi's father. He's at school right now, so if there's anything I can help you with then please, come in.' Aya looked down at Brad's hand and shook it vigorously. 'We'll great to meet you Crawford-Sama' and pulled on one of his fake, yet cheesy grins. Looking behind him Crawford nodded, cleared his throat again and motioned for him to enter. They both sat in opposite chairs and Aya noticed the man motion to an unknown figure to grab some tea.
-Brad-
I may not be a total empathic, but I can still prod his mind. I know he's lying about being a detective, hah, doesn't show on his face but his mind. His brother...he thinks about playing with his brother at a young age. Then it turns to hate and violence, a growing rage inside him. Oh my.... It seems we have a problem with this one and not only the fact that he is a member of Weiß. We'll give him a nice goodbye before he leaves....
-Back to brad and Aya-
During the whole conversation Brad's mind poked at every crevice of the young man's mind. Digging up that past long forgotten, the one that will now come back to haunt him. Aya was ready to leave. He knew most of the things the man said weren't true and wished he had his Katana to get it out of him. Knowing he could just find this Nagi and get the information out of him instead, he decided to leave.
'Well I must be going, I have more places to investigate' and Aya re-shook his hand.
Suddenly Crawford's grip hardened enough that Aya tried struggling away from the icy fingers.
*But you can't leave yet...Ran. * A voice from the shadows? Yes, and a voice in my mind. It sounds like...
*Your next, Ran-Kun*
He turned his head just in time to see a figure emerge. He had fiery red hair with a bandana around his head and a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. Wearing a white suite and black shoes, the man only looked about a few years more then Aya and had that same cold shell. Aya stopped dead in his tracks, no longer struggling he couldn't get the words out. He felt the bile rise in his throat and the bloody tears.
Oniichan...he whispered.
'I am no longer the brother you knew Ran. Crawford here trained me to be less sloppy with my kills. Mass killings are quite fun, don't you agree?' The madman had a mischievous smile when he saw the shadow looming once again over the face of his brother.
'I am called Shuldig now, a new name and a new life. You've probly already guessed now that yours is going to end. I cant have you meddling in my life again dear Ran-kun. Your punishment will be a little harsher then moms and dads though. ZOOOooom CRASH!!' With that Shuldig doubled over laughing and was rolling around.
*Sweatdrops*
Shuldig got back up and straightened out his suit. 'Yes, ahem, so back to killing you and such. Do you have any last words?
Ayas eyes then flashed from crimson to blue and back as he gripped the dagger he hid in his belt.
'Yes dear brother.... The Guilty must pay'
Author's note: Yeah sorry if it's a little short. Please go easy on my grammar!!! I need ideas galore guys, pweaseeee. I get bad writer's block sometimes, hehe. Also please review review!!!! If anyone would also like to co-write this with me let me know! -Inya elen